When you are fighting for the freedom of your people, falling in love with your enemy is not a great idea. Or is it? Ayla has to defend her castle and her people all on her own, with nobody to help her but a dark warrior she hates with all her heart.

[MYTHICAL HISTORICAL REINCARNATION FANTASY With ACTION AND ADVENTURE] He died once... Not as a hero. Not as a chosen one. Just as a broken man who wanted peace. And then-he was born again. In a world where magic flows like breath, where empires rise on lies and power, and where destiny watches silently, a boy named Deva grows up in a quiet village with a family he never asked for... yet would die to protect. He learns magic. He learns love. He learns what it means to belong. But the world is not kind to those who shine too brightly. As friendships are forged, bonds deepen, and shadows stir beyond the horizon, Deva begins to realize that some lives are not meant to remain ordinary. That some souls carry echoes of the past-and storms yet to come. This is not just a story of power. It is a story of family, loss, love, and choice. Of a boy who wants nothing more than a peaceful life- in a world that refuses to let him have it.

"Let them go, Dante." I whip my head to see a small boy standing the clearing with blonde hair and a green cloak hanging from shoulders. He isn't very tall however he holds his stance well. He doesn't seem to be more than Cassandra's age. Maybe 12 at most. I abruptly turn my head back hearing the man holding a sword to my throat chuckling with a sinister grin. "Oh, poor boy, what are you go to do about it?" The yellow teeth gleam as he begins stalking towards the boy who does not look the least bit fazed. I look around at the other men who are following the leader. I pull Cassandra tighter to my back as I take small steps back. I keep my eye trained on the men but also fear for the naive boy. "Do you really want to test me Dante?" He asks raising a single eyebrow. For a minute the men stop their movements. I see their hesitation for fear... Fear of what? I take the moment to stick Cassandra behind a nearby tree. She crouches down while I pull my sword out from its place. "How do you know my name?" The scoundrel raises his sword challenging towards the boy before taking a final step towards him. Then the unexpected happens. The young boy chuckles so darkly. It sounded almost... demonic. All the men instinctively raise their swords. "Oh Dante, I didn't know your name... but you know someone dear to me." "Spit it out boy!" The once grinning man is now looking around frantically. I continue my eyes scanning the small boy. He looks directly me and gives me a small nod before saying one word that caused all hell to breaks loose. "Artemis." Artemis is not an ordinary girl. She grew up in the wilderness after being shunned due to unique abilities and her different physical attributes. Blessed with an ability that scared others, she roams the wild with only her guarded one. That is until she stumbles into a situation that brings her in front of a prince.

//He had my hands pinned tightly above my head as I squirmed beneath him. The blade twisting between his fingers. He held it up to my throat. I was afraid but refused to show it. "Hurt me." I said between gritted teeth. He just gave me a sorrowful glance before driving the dagger into my flesh.// This is no story of love and happiness. This is a story of death and destruction. One of a man and woman who met one night and not only changed the lives of themselves, but the lives of a whole world of people. One was fire and one was water. They were perfectly balanced. Until one night when the sun fell just below the tip of the tallest castle, the balance faltered, and all hell broke loose. Fire on fire. This is no memorable story that was told on for generations after. No. This is a story of the forgotten. ------------------------------------------- The prince and princess are forced to marry out of their fathers hatred for one another. Yet, there's a falter to the plan and murder gets involved. Will the two be able to put aside years of pent up hatred, or will love conquer all? #2 in tragiclovestory Socials: @0fficialcrystalwebb on tiktok

Seraphyne was not always the woman kingdoms fear. Once, she was a princess who believed in loyalty, love, and the promise of a peaceful crown. She was wrong. Betrayed by those she trusted most and cast into a darkness meant to break her, Seraphyne survived the unthinkable. The girl who once dreamed of ruling with mercy was forged into something far more dangerous: a warrior defined by pain and vengeance whose name now echoes across battlefields and broken thrones. But vengeance was never the end of her story. Ancient prophecies, long dismissed as myth, whisper of a darkness older than empires-an awakening force that once nearly devoured the world. Kingdoms ignore the signs and priests deny the warnings, but the shadows are stirring. At the center of the coming storm stands Tarin, a mysterious, mute boy who carries a power that feels ancient and terrifying. The more Seraphyne fights beside him, the more the ice around her guarded heart begins to crack. In the heat of battle, his silent presence offers a warmth she thought she had lost forever, pulling her back from the cold brink of her own vengeance. Yet, as her soul softens, she glimpses the truth buried within the oldest prophecies. The man she is slowly learning to love may be the key to the world's salvation-or the architect of its absolute destruction. As forgotten powers rise from the ashes of history, Seraphyne must decide what she is willing to sacrifice. If the prophecies are true, the fate of the world may not depends on defeating an external enemy, but on whether she can stop the man standing at her side. If she fails, the end of the world will not come from the shadows. It will come from the Sun.